Black Flies by Ben Howard
Key: FF | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


F       Am
Black flies on the windowsill
That we are
That we are
               F
That we are to know
        Am
Winter stole summer's thrill
                     F
And the river's cracked and cold
F       Am
See the sky is no man's land
        F
A darkened plume to stay
        Am
Hope here needs a humble hand
        F
Not a fox found in your place
Chorus
Am      G       F
And no man is an island, oh this I know
        Am
But can't you see, oh?
        G       F
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
Verse two]
F       Am
Black flies on the windowsill
That we are
That we are     
                     F
That we are to hold
        Am
Comfort came against my will
        F
And every story must grow old
        Am
Still I'll be a traveller
        F
A gypsy's reins to face
        Am
But the road is wearier
        F
With that fool found in your place
Chorus x2
Am      G       F
And no man is an island, oh this I know
        Am
But can't you see, oh?
        G       F
Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone
F
So here we are...
Am F Am F Am F
Bridge x2
Am      G
And I don't wanna beg your pardon
        F
And I don't wanna ask you why
But if I was to go my own way
Would I have to pass you by?